A Forlorn Tale of Missing the Best Friend Kind

I failed to see my closest thing to a best friend and shrink after 48 years today. I can't help but feel like I've said goodbye without even saying hello. This time I have not the slightest idea of the next chance I get to see the CTTABFAS.

"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."

— Richard Bach (Illusions)

For some unknown reason though, such a thing happening made me miss my best friend.

The last time he was here, we shared an umbrella for it was drizzling as we embarked on an adventure for lunch. That was one great afternoon. I miss the fact that the best friend is pretty much the only person I could talk to for hours and still not ever run out of things to say; conversations that range from the very trifling and mundane to those of the profound. My best friend is the only soul I have shared darkest secret/s(in as much details as he can bear), deepest thoughts and emotions, and various aspects of me no one else has come to know.

I miss my best friend...What a day.